1 Shulamite: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.2 I will rise now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the broad places I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.3 The watchmen who go about the city found me and I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?4 Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I took hold of him and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the room of her who conceived me.5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.6 Shulamite: Who is this coming out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, like the smoke of sacrifices of myrrh and frankincense, of all the fragrant powders of the merchant?7 Behold, it is Solomon’s bed, with sixty mighty men around it, of the mighty of Israel.8 They all hold swords, being expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin from trees of Lebanon.10 He made its pillars of silver, its support of gold, its seat of purple; its interior paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, the day of the gladness of his heart.